TURMOIL
When ones mind is in turmoil
And the spirit cannot find rest,
The body maybe sore from toil
You are far from your best.

Find a path through a forest green,
Where soft moss rest weary feet,
Little noise heard, only nature seen,
As solitude your whole being meet.

Wait, turmoil will turn into calm,
As the quiet of nature begins to heal,
Creatures come, knowing no harm
Will come to them, close they steal.

See all those wild flowers in the moss
Look at that delicate beauty they show,
Seen by you as you thoughtfully pass
On softened footfall walking quite slow.

Do not hurry, please take time and just gaze,
Feel the true peace of the forest that is found,
Look upward and see the tangled green haze
That keeps the hot summer sun off the ground.

Beneath the shelter of those old, mighty trees
As you see all the beauty that is everywhere,
You will feel all the turmoil and worry ease,
Be refreshed in the forest from worldly care

(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 26, 2002